Steven

by Suzy Shearer

  When he felt her push back against his thumb, he introduced a finger and began scissoring. Her little pants of “ah” were such a turn-on as he widened her channel, adding more fingers. At last he had stretched it enough, and finally after all the weeks of preparation, he held his cock at the tight entrance.

  His flogger was at hand, so he gave her four swift hard strokes then pushed forward with his cock. It was excruciatingly painful not to slam into her, but Steven used all of his control to slide in very slowly. He used one hand to push into her cunt, the warm, moist channel welcoming his fingers as he inched his cock forward to her tight ring. Avril tensed, holding her body taut for at least twenty seconds. But Steven knew she couldn't keep it up, as suddenly she relaxed her body and he felt the muscles of her ass grip his cock to pull it easily past the barrier. He pushed ahead gradually until finally he was seated in that tight glove.

  Pinching her cheeks, he began thrusting slowly back and forth. She gave a loud groan as he sped up. The sound of his balls slapping against her flesh almost made him come, but he wanted to make sure Avril came first. Using his fingers, he fucked her cunt in time with his thrusts, making sure his thumb pushed and rubbed her clit.

  Steven felt her tense then scream so loud that he was sure they would hear it downstairs. Her cunt muscles squeezed his fingers hard as he pounded his cock, thrusting in and out fast, until he knew there was no way he could stop himself from spilling his load. His shouts joined Avril's as he came, and he couldn't resist leaning forward and biting down hard on one ass cheek. She screeched as he felt the strength in his legs weaken. Before he fell, he pulled his now deflating cock from her ass and kissed her cheeks. Gently he carried her to the bed, laying her on her stomach. Then, going into the bathroom, he moistened a cloth to clean her once he'd disposed of the condom and washed his hands.

  After applying his tender ministrations and rubbing cream over the angry welts, he rolled her over and into his arms. She lay limp. Between her two orgasms and the pain, she'd drifted far away, and Steven was well satisfied with her first experience of his cock in her ass. He really hoped she would be, too. Surprisingly, Steven drifted off to sleep himself and woke feeling Avril's fingers toying with the hairs on his chest.

  "Kitten! You should have woken me."

  "Why? You seemed very peaceful. Besides I'd had a lovely sleep, too."

  "How are you? Not too tender, not sore?"

  She blushed and shook her head.

  "No, I mean I can feel my…" She blushed again. "You know. Anyway, it isn't hurting. It's kind of a weird feeling but nice."

  "As long as it doesn't hurt."

  She sat up and got off the bed.

  "Have to use the bathroom."

  Steven admired her body and as she turned he saw his teeth marks—stark on her butt cheek and felt rather pleased with himself. When she came back she stood beside the bed, her hands on her hips, eyes flaring.

  "You bit me again!"

  "Guilty."

  "Don't act that pleased."

  He reached up and pulled on an arm, tugging her down onto the bed.

  "I couldn't resist. You have such a beautiful ass, and I wanted to give you a little extra pain."

  "Extra pain? A little extra stamp of ownership more like it."

  "Does it seem like that? I'm sorry. I don't want you to ever think I own you. Think of it as a love-bite with teeth."

  She shook her head, rolling her eyes at the same time then grinned. "You're impossible."

  Steven pulled her down, that way he could kiss her and was relieved when she gave him back as much passion as he gave her. She was fast becoming an addiction that he couldn't get enough of—it was as if he lived and breathed her.

  Their kisses became urgent, and Steven fumbled in the pocket of his discarded pants for another condom. It was as if they had both lost all control. Steven slammed his cock into her brutally, and at the same time her fingers were digging into him, pulling him down, making him push in even harder. She wrapped her legs around him, and he pummeled into her body. Both seemed uncaring if either hurt the other. It was raw, feral passion that burst over them both. When she came, Steven rammed his lips against hers, capturing her scream in his mouth, and it sent him over the edge.

  With his cock still embedded in her, Steven rolled over until she lay on top of him, their hearts beating loudly in the same rapid rhythm. She lay gasping, her head on his shoulder, and Steven stroke her hair, her back, and her arms. Anywhere he could touch, he touched—his beautiful kitten.

  "Steven?"

  "Yes, Kitten?"

  "Steven, do we have to use condoms? I mean I know you do when you fuck my bum but the other times."

  "It's up to you, Kitten."

  "I'd rather not. I can get tested again."

  "No need, you’d only gotten tested when you signed up for the info night, and my last test was two months ago. I've worn a condom always, and I know you haven't been sexually active for a long time."

  "Then we can forget them?"

  "We can."

  Steven couldn't help the rush of desire he felt. The fact she'd requested they not use one meant she was comfortable and trusted him. They lay relaxing after their frenetic lovemaking, and then Avril spoke.

  "I need to pay my fees, I can't keep coming as your guest. It’s been months. It’s a wonder Ash hasn’t complained."

  "He won’t."

  "No, I should pay."

  He cleared his throat. "I have a confession to make."

  She sat up leaning on her elbow, a worried look on her face.

  "You know how Ash owns the club?"

  "Yes."

  "Well, he actually has a partner—me. We own it together."

  "You? You own the club?"

  "Yes."

  "I—you … oh shit."

  He laughed and kissed her nose.

  "So I actually made you a permanent member ages ago."

  "You what? I'm a member?"

  "Yep, a full member."

  "I don't know what to say."

  He shrugged. "Nothing to say. Like I said I own half the place, which means I can do whatever I like."

  He thought she was going to protest, so he kissed her. When he finally released her and lay back against the pillow, she stared down at him.

  "Nothing I say will make you change your mind, will it?"

  "Nope."

  "Then thank you, thank you very much."

  "You're extremely welcome."

  Reluctantly, he took her home around eleven after picking up George from his house. She was a little quiet, and Steven figured it was because of what he'd told her about her fees. He wished for the hundredth time that they didn't have to part. They lingered at the front door kissing and holding each other.

  Driving home, he felt pain. She should be with him, all the time. Avril's hold on his heart was that tight, it felt painful. He wished he could sleep at night with her alongside him. A few times in the past couple of weeks she'd agreed to sleep at his house through the week. Weekends were now spent together, and now he felt such a loss when he reached across the bed to find she wasn't there. Somehow, he had to tell her how he felt, but at the same time he was scared.

  What if she didn't feel the same?

  What if she wanted to keep the relationship on the same footing it now was?

  He'd have to accept it. There was no way he could give her up. He would simply have to hope eventually she'd change her mind. Hope that, ultimately, she'd come to love him as he now loved her.

  That week he saw her for dinner on Wednesday, then had a charter that took him away until Saturday afternoon. He managed a few phone calls to her, and they exchanged a flood of text messages.

  Avril had to complete something for work on Saturday, then again on Sunday morning. Steven had asked her to spend Saturday night, but she'd had to refuse. So, he picked her up around two on Sunday, and they ate, then went off to Silk Rope. Once she changed, they went straight to a private room to play. Af
ter she stripped off and knelt on the flogging bench, Steven warmed her body up with plenty of hits from his flogger and a paddle before he sent her to the St. Andrew’s cross. Once there he cuffed her ankles and wrists, then set clamps on both nipples. When he had her spread-eagled on the cross, Steven flogged her ass so hard the red angry welts stood to attention. She panted, she screamed, and he thought perhaps he should give her a small rest before caning her, and then he'd fuck her.

  "I think I'll give you a break."

  "Hell, why? I'm not a wimp."

  "What did you say?"

  Chapter Sixteen

  Avril knew she was in trouble as soon as she back-answered Steven. The words had barely left her mouth when she wished she could take them back. Steven's gray eyes turned their now icy glare on her, and she shrank against their coldness.

  "Sir! I'm sorry, Sir! Sir."

  He gave a small shake of his head, and she knew she wasn't going to like whatever it was that was about to happen.

  Steven went over to his bag, bent and removed what appeared to be a sort of chain dog leash, but it split into two chains at one end. Avril didn't like the glint in his eye—this was either going to hurt her more than she was accustomed to or else she was going to be pushed way out of her comfort zone.

  "What is your safeword?"

  Even his voice held anger.

  "Re-red, Sir."

  He fastened the two ends of the leash, one to each of the clover clamps already biting into her nipples. The extra weight tightened the clamps, making her gasp loudly. Then, with a malicious grin on his face, he rummaged in his bag. Then he did the damn peg- and-cord zipper trick again. Between the few dozen pegs decorating her breasts and down her body to her outer labia and the clamps, Avril began to get that excited floaty feeling. Undoing the cuffs on her wrists and ankles, he then clipped her wrists behind her.

  "We're going for a little walk."

  Her eyes widened. Surely, he didn't intend to take her out into the club? All she wore was a pair of clamps and a zipper of pegs and cord that hid absolutely nothing!

  He moved toward the door, gently tugging on the leash in his hand. She was in such shock that the pain of his tugging didn't even register.

  What?

  "Sir. Please, Sir. Red, Sir."

  He looked down at her.

  "Speak."

  "Sir! I can't go out there!"

  "You can, and you will. Punishing you by hitting will not work. You would enjoy it too much. It's time you put your fears aside. You are a desirable woman who should show the world her beautiful body.”

  "No! I can’t! Sir?"

  "I will give you one chance to decide. Red, I stop. Green and we take things to the next level."

  Tears were filling her eyes, threatening to spill down her cheeks. How on earth could she do what he asked?

  "Steven, please! I can’t!"

  "Your choice, Avril."

  His eyes had lost their coldness, and Avril could see his anger at her previous behavior had vanished. Instead they watched her steadily, allowing her to make her decision. Avril knew he would be disappointed in her if she didn't go outside. He would never show it, but she knew it would be there. She didn't want to disappoint him. She wanted him to be proud of her.

  Could she do this?

  Could she walk through the club for all intents and purposes naked? She wasn’t ashamed of her body, but what scared her was letting everyone in the club see her naked. She and Steven had only ever played in private. Now he intended to push her way past her comfort zone.

  Fuck it!

  If I can make it in a man's world, I can do this.

  The breath she took was ragged, loud, and throaty. It blocked her voice.

  She cleared her throat and, before she could change her mind, squeaked, "Green, Sir."

  Her stomach flipped at the look he gave her.

  "I'm very proud of you, Kitten."

  Avril fairly glowed with his praise. It was worth every single nervous shiver she knew she was having. Without giving her a moment to compose herself, Steven opened the door and stepped out, tugging gently on the chain lead.

  I can do this. I can do this.

  Out into the hallway she walked.

  She kept up her internal chant as she lifted her head proudly, despite wishing she could crawl into a hole. The weight of the chains was making her breasts burn, and she tried to walk faster, that way Steven couldn't pull at them. As well, the pegs were tugging at her flesh, and with each step they jerked and jumped. She grabbed hold of the pain and let it take her to her happy place as they walked deeper and deeper into the club.

  "Nice pet, Master Steven."

  "Mm, like to play with that, Master Steven."

  They reached the stairs, and how she managed to walk down them she'd never know. With each step, the pegs on her labia rubbed. They teased at her clit, and she wondered how she would be able to keep upright. More people passed them.

  "Ah, Steven, if ever you'd like to share, I'll definitely be in it. Your sub is delicious."

  Avril heard the comments and felt strange. She found she wasn’t afraid anymore. Avril must have slowed a little because Steven pulled hard on the chain, and she groaned as a fresh wave of pain shot through her. It went directly to her clit, and she had to hold back her moan.

  Steven reached the bar and sat easily. He ordered himself a juice and tugged the lead when she was slow to reach him, her admirers still raining comments on her.

  "Stand alongside me."

  "Yes, Sir," she managed to answer without a groan of delight. At last she could keep still.

  He kept one hand on the chain and made sure the tension was kept on it. Her breasts were pulled out, and between the clamps and the pegs, her pain was exquisite. Steven seemed to be ignoring her, but she knew very well he was aware of every little movement she made. Her arousal deepened as the throbbing of her nipples, the ache across her body from the pegs, increased tenfold. Her body was still singing from the earlier flogging, and now she folded herself into the pain. She began breathing in and out quickly through her nose, feeling tears running down her cheeks as Steven picked up the string to give the cord a little tug and each peg pulling exquisitely on her breasts, her stomach, her labia, sent more delicious ripples of pain across her body.

  "Master Steven."

  "Hello, Master Ash."

  "Your little sub seems uncomfortable. I think she needs some relief."

  Steven regarded her, and Avril thought he knew exactly how close she was to begging him to let her climax.

  "She's been rather naughty. This should teach her not to back-answer."

  "Ah. Still she appears a little like she's beginning to enjoy this."

  Steven examined her intently. "Mm, you're right, Master Ash."

  He yanked the leash hard, and Avril screamed.

  "Much better."

  "If she's a good girl I may even let her come, but she needs to be very good."

  Avril had pressed her legs as tightly together as she could with the pegs, and she was squeezing her pussy muscles trying to get relief from the excitement. The more pain he inflicted, the more she needed to climax.

  Another master came to the bar—Master Jake.

  "That's one beautiful sight, Steven. I love the sounds she's making."

  Avril hadn't realized she'd begun whimpering until the master spoke.

  "Yes, isn't it delightful, Master Jake?" Ash agreed. "I think we all should hear more, Master Steven."

  Steven nodded to Ash then began to jiggle the chain up and down while at the same time tensing the cord. Each movement sent a burst of agony through her. She was sure her wetness was now running down her thighs and knew she couldn't last much longer. Being on display, her near-nakedness and the pain were tormenting her. She needed relief; she needed to come.

  "Yes, I agree they are rather delightful but not really loud enough yet."

  Still keeping the tension on the chains, Steven leaned over and flicked one
nipple hard—Avril screamed, loudly. A flick to the other and she shrieked.

  "Ah, that's very lovely, Master Steven. She sings truly beautifully."

  Steven stood and leaning forward whispered in her ear, "Are you going to behave?"

  She managed to stutter through her excitement, "Ye-yes, Sir."

  Using one hand he moved her legs apart and ran his hand upward. When he held it up, she could see through her tears that it was glistening from her juices.

  "Legs apart, I know you're trying to make yourself climax, naughty Kitten."

  Regretfully she managed to shuffle them wider apart.

  "Are you enjoying the pain, little Kitten?"

  "Yes, yes, Sir."

  "Tsk, naughty girl. You're here to be punished not for enjoyment. Maybe I shouldn't give you an orgasm."

  "Sir! Please, Sir."

  "Do you want to come?"

  "Oh yes, please, Sir."

  Ash and Jake standing next to Steven laughed. Steven grinned maliciously then pulled the chain so hard Avril almost fell. Her nipples, her breasts, and her labia felt as if they were being ripped from her body. She began shouting, pleading with Steven, ignoring the faces watching her. All she wanted was relief from the climax burning to come.

  She saw Steven tense the cord and knew exactly what was about to happen. Before she had the chance to hold her breath, he ripped the cord upward and outward and the pegs flew off in every direction. With his other hand Steven touched her clit and said the magic word, “Come.”

  Avril couldn't believe how hard her orgasm was. She screamed loudly, her body shaking from her toes to the top of her head as she felt herself begin to fold, to fall to the ground, but Steven caught her easily and lifted her over his shoulder.

  To the sound of applause and cheering, he swiftly carried her back through the club, up the stairs to the private room. Once in there, he removed the clover clamps to more screaming.

  The agony of the blood returning to her nipples had her sobbing loudly, and she could barely breathe. The pain across her body flooded through, delighting her, sending her even further into orbit. Her whole body was on fire. It throbbed, it burned everywhere, but then Steven's mouth was on each nipple, sucking gently, laving them, and easing them. She clung to him as she shook, and it felt as if her orgasm was still rolling hard across her. She felt his mouth on her labia, on her clit, as yet another climax shuddered through her. Then he wrapped her tenderly in a blanket and took her in his arms.